Time to cut the Christmas tree.
Not only will we have one of the biggest, bushiest, greenest and nicest-smelling trees around, but we’ll also be doing our part to improve the ranch land. For the past 36 years, an intruding red cedar has annually been sawed down in the pasture, put in a stand, decorated with lights, ornaments and an angel on top to become our Christmas tree.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
At least, Gene Autry sang that to be a fact, about a million times, and keeps right on selling records indicating such. So it must be true. Something about Santa Claus keeps us all young at heart, whether he makes it to our home or not. “Better watch
out,” Gene adds in his own chart-topping composition,“Here comes Santa Claus.”
Trucks are made for working.
As important as they are for their job, we really don’t care for trucks and do not like to be in the driver’s seat. That is until we need to haul a horse, move feed, get across the pasture or help somebody who’s stuck. To us, a pickup is a truck. Bigger than that and
we have no experience, but they are essential for work too, just so we don’t have to drive.
Rodeo bull riding accidents always send shrills down our spine.
Two bull riders being killed on the same Saturday at two different rodeos stunned us again. Both cowboys were young, one a teenager in Missouri, and the other 20, at a finals in Topeka. Such tragedy can happen to any age and to the very best. Bull riding is the most dangerous sport participated in by man.
Please, make ours baked ham; better yet, roast beef.
Pass us on the turkey though; that’ll leave more for others. Now, we’re not really being generous because it’s the day for thankfulness. No, turkey has always been fowl to us. (That could be a pun.) All meats, with feathers as original coats, fit that category.